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mrs-weasley-reid · 3 months ago

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MADE HIS MARK

Spencer Reid x bau!reader

Synopsis: a shivery trip to a liquor cellar turned into a steamy secret between friends and a not-so-subtle reveal between a small herd of colleagues. Word Count: 5k+ WARNING: SMUT. please, please, MDNI !!! penetration (piv). unprotected sex (but fr wrap it up!!!). fingering (a lil bit). obsessed!spencer (bc why not?). ex friends with benefits to lovers. a pinch of angst if you squint. cursing. troublemaker spencer reid and reader. not proofread!! A/N: heavily influenced by the song Dress by Taylor Swift. I love me a TS song. I'm obsessed, and I saw the opportunity. Also, this is my first Spencer Reid smut fic. Be nice, and tell me what you think!

The sharp brush of spring and little kisses from the evening air prompt you to savor the shivery feeling on your skin.

You take a deep breath before sliding your heels off, dangling them in your hand as you trail down the maze of a hallway in Rossi’s lavish home. Your dress is now a product of a shoddy decision.

All you knew was how presentable and wedding-appropriate it was, but you never realized why you would wear such a dress barely sewn for the crisp evening weather in May.

“Hiding from everyone?”

A smile instantly layers over your painted lips before you can even raise your gaze ahead. There’s this tickle of warmth that sparks inside of you the moment you hear his voice. Hands shaking in an intense subconscious buzz of excitement. Thrilling.

No other than Dr. Spencer Reid is ten feet away from you, standing lazily against the wall. His hair is messy from all the magic tricks he tore out to Jack and Henry and, funnily enough, Penelope, too.

Bright gleam shines on your face, flashing a saccharine smile you can only muster when the receiver is him. You shake your head.

"Are you?"

One hand in his pocket. Spencer shyly nods, “I ran out of magic tricks, and Jack figured out one of my tricks halfway through my little show.” He explains without persuasion, staring into space with playful horrid written all over his face.

You steal the half-full glass from his other hand, cringing at the taste of sparkling cider. “One sip won’t kill you, you know…” You say, shoving the glass back into his hand.

Spencer laughs, “You’d love to see me drunk, don’t you?” He quips, a sheepish smile growing with each syllable.

“Very much so,” You nod, making a beeline to the kitchen to find some kind of beverage that’ll knock you out ‘til the next day.

He follows you like a tail. Your senses feel his warmth, his breath fanning against your exposed back. The feeling of his tall presence behind leaves your breath hitching between inhales and exhales, and you’d love more than his figure on your trail. You ache for something more than the image of him in your wake. You need him merged with your soul, his body tightly pressed against yours. You crave something harsh.

It’s wishful thinking.

“What took you so long? Did you not notice I was gone?” He wonders.

Or is it?

“It’s cold out here, you know,” Spencer pouts in your peripheral.

You want your lips to wipe them off, then turn them into an O.

“Aww, does pretty boy genius feel lonely?” You tease over your shoulder, tapping his chest with the back of your hand. Your brows jump, twisting on your heels to face him. “I’ll be damned,” You exclaim, pushing your palm against his pec with more pressure.

It's been so long since you touched him with more than an accidental brush of your fingertips. His body stiffens under your light squeeze. And the thirst for more slowly dries the circumference of his throat.

“Reid, when’d you get this fit? No wonder women are all over you.” Genuine curiosity takes over, looking up at him with fluttering lashes.

Spencer scoffs, leaning down eye to eye with you, “I’ve always been hot.” He retorts with a straight face. The confidence radiates, and it does something in the pit of your stomach.

A brief silence whooshes between your bodies, and the next thing you know, both of you are laughing ‘til your cores cramp.

You gasp for air, head against his sternum, hand still placed over his pec. “Don’t ever say that in front of Morgan. He might get a stroke.” You begin walking once more, turning your back to him.

“I am! Don’t you agree?” You do. He banters a few feet away, keeping a safe distance—or so help the impulsive thoughts that are whirling around his mind. A playful grin works his facial muscles out, only hoping that you didn’t notice the way he takes in your scent like a bait set out for him.

Spencer didn’t even need to run to catch up with you. His strides are five times longer than yours.

You feel a soft fabric cover your shoulders, accompanied by a heavy arm that burns your skin in pure reflexive need. “I thought you were cold?” You ask, glancing to your left, where Spencer walks beside you.

Spencer shrugs, “Rather feeling cold than you getting a cold tomorrow morning. The chances of me getting sick from being cold tonight versus you sneezing on me like a troll is 15 to 85 percent.” He replies calmly, earning a light smack from your hand.

You roll your eyes, but your smile never travels far. It only happened once. And you both swore once was enough.

The two of you became friends during your time in the Academy. You’ll never forget the first time you met him. The urge to shove a sock inside his yapping mouth over the repercussions of shaking someone’s hand. Most people say the two of you are best friends. Somehow, his intelligence didn’t set you apart. You tolerated his constant rambles, and he tolerated your random bursts of sass.

It's more than that though. The entanglement was more than two friends. More than innocent study sessions. More than a trip to the nearest shooting range.

As two twenty-one-year-olds who's never felt the most sensual touch before, one minute of forced proximity and all hell broke loose. What seemed so platonic was sexually intimate behind closed doors.

However, in lieu of staying attached to the hip, the two of you went your separate ways after graduation. You went to pursue each respective interest. You both said no hard feelings. And both believed things would never work anyway, because no one was willing to put in the work.

The two of you reconnected when you joined the BAU team almost a year ago. Meeting him once again was nerve-wracking. With unresolved fallout and nonexistent communication, it scared you a bit. But you should’ve known Spencer Reid has always been different—good, different. The bond you had didn’t seem too damaged. If anything, it was merely locked in a vault and became stronger than ever before. You managed to be civil—become friends.

And since then, you never ran out of ways to be in each other’s vicinity. Or he just always succeeded in keeping you interested in his antics. Or you’re just addicted to him more than you’d like to admit.

But friends don't shake from mere self-control. Friends don't choke on breaths when the other touches them. Friends don't—

“What percentage of alcohol will you get from Rossi’s cellar?” He curiously asks, his warmth keeping you from shivering.

The damned dress.

And his damned loose tie.

You chuckle shakily, “You’d love to see me drunk, don’t you?” You mimic, throwing back the same antic he used not a few minutes ago. He rolls his eyes, and you open the door to the cellar. “I was tasked to choose the best whiskey ever made.” You announce, sinking deeper into confinement.

“So you lost a bet.” Spencer laughs, following behind. He shakes his head when you nod yours. “You don’t even drink whiskey.” He smirks.

“Go back out there, then,” You shoo him away, waving your hands. “I didn’t ask you to join me on my quest.” You add in a giggle, tying your hair up in a messy ponytail after setting your shoes on the table in the middle of the room.

You don’t see the way he swallows at the sight of your nape. The same way you hadn't notice his self-restraint for the past year, for the entire evening, dipping his hands in his pockets to hide his clenched fists. Because if he doesn't, they just might crave the feeling of your skin against the texture of his palm.

“And what if you can’t reach the best whiskey?”

“I’m a federal agent, too, Reid. I’m smart enough to figure that out.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re similar to a hobbit.”

The brows on your face lift over your forehead. "Excuse me?" Your mouth fall agape in disbelief, scoffing.

Spencer shrugs, "You're excused."

Amusement twitch the ends of your lips. "You sure you're not drunk?" Your eyes narrow, scanning him from head to toe.

"I'm not." He defends. Scarlet skin glows underneath the soft light. Spencer averts his eyes, stealing a mouthful of a sigh from the chilly air. Okay, maybe he stole one glass of scotch from the unit chief, took a sip, and felt his body on fire, so now he's settled down for ciders the entire evening.

You smirk, "Then, why are you being so clingy?" Arms cross over your chest. You raise a brow in question.

Spencer rolls his eyes, silently clearing his throat. "Why not? There's no harm in hanging out with you." His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek.

"There is when said friend is acting like a clingy boyfriend." You say, skimming through the shelves of liquor adorning the walls from ceiling to floor.

“Right,” Spencer states blandly, finding himself a seat. “I’m just a friend. I can’t act any other way. I can’t even give you any affection, huh?” He deadpans, tracing the wood patterns on the table.

Your eyebrows crease in the middle of reaching for a bottle. You slowly go up behind him and smack the back of his head without warning.

“Ow!” He hisses. “What was that for?” Spencer complains, face scrunching in temporary pain.

“For being weirder than usual.” You say, hitting his shoulder. “Stop it.” You scold, finger-pointing over his chest.

Spencer is not one to be petty. Never petty over the boys you mingle with for a short period. Never be petty over your tendencies to somehow land on the worst species of men. Since the two of you reconnected as colleagues, he's minded his business. Why now? And why the hell is your heart pounding obnoxiously?

He theatrically rolls his eyes, “Am I wrong? Aren’t I just your friend?” There is something in his tone that you can't distinguish. His face is awkward and reserved, as always, but something is different.

You know. You just love lying to yourself.

“What else are you going to be?!” Even you are surprised at the volume of your voice.

The creak of the small open window fills the room. None of you dares to say a word. No one dares to breathe within each other's personal bubble.

You break eye contact first, stepping away, but Spencer has other plans. His hands land on your waist, gripping the flesh to keep you between his legs.

“That’s a question I’ve been asking myself,” The luminescence of his eyes turns a shade darker. Chocolate hazel eyes gradients to deep earthy irises. Or it may have been the dim lighting in the room and the glass of wine in your system.

You swallow—roughly like a ball of sandpaper rows down your throat. Fingers lace above his textured ones, wrapping over the long digits to get their bruises off your skin.

“It’s a simple question. There’s no reason to dread it.” You almost stumble on your words, taking well-needed pauses to huff a small breath. You try to break his grip on you, but they don’t budge one bit.

The more you attempt to remove his hold, the more they tighten against the little fabric over your skin.

Your brows knit. A sigh of defeat escapes your lips as your gaze travels back to him. “Spencer, stop—” Your spine shivers when he starts to lazily move his thumbs in slow, firm strokes.

Spencer stands in silence, staring at you like you are a doe he preyed on. His eyes start to make your legs melt, and your heart races wildly.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His gaze flickers over your lips, “Why don’t you answer the question for me? Since you’re so smart, it seems.” A tone of clear mockery spills from his lips. Spencer smirks under his signature smile—smug and utterly amused by the sound of your small, hitched breaths.

“Can you stop kidding around?” You prattle. A peel of awkward laughter shoots straight down your bones. It was all you could do to relieve the growing tension between your thighs. Or else you’d jump on him like a desperate psychopath.

"Who says I'm kidding around?" Spencer narrows his eyes. "I never kid around." He squeezes your sides once more and grins when a soft gasp rattles out of you. He hasn't done that in so long, and the nostalgia and buzz spark something in his chest.

Thick, airy gulp forces itself down your throat. You know why he does it. The same pattern of movements you knew so well in your younger days. The days you spent with him.

"We can't." It is almost inaudible, but he catches it. You lightly shake your head, backing away, "I-it's not— We can't."

Spencer raises his brows. "What are you so afraid of?" He reads your features for a moment. The gentle touch of his gaze along your searing skin is electrifying.

You nibble at the corner of your lip, "Let go of me, Reid." And it seems you love lying to him, too. Because you don't want him to let go. Desperate for his touch. The soft trail of his thumb. The primal clutch of his fingers, like they were claws. It was all too intoxicating to ever want him to let go.

“Answer the question first.” He flashes the smirk he’s been trying to hide like a villain, exposing his true colors. “I dare you.” Spencer challenges.

“You know the answer.” Your chest feels like exploding.

“Say it out loud, then.”

“Why should I?”

“Because we’re not leaving this position until you do.” His voice sparks fire in your core. Spencer doesn’t let his eyes stray from your moving lips. If anything, he makes a point that he is, in fact, staring at them like a starving lion, ready to pounce at any given moment.

Oh.

Well, isn't he such a sweetheart to feed you just what you crave? You don't know where it comes from, nor do you care, but there's at least four liquid cubic centimeters of boldness that flows through your veins.

Your laughter echoes in the cellar. “Please, or what?” You relax in his hold, convinced that he's just the same lanky guy you've always known. “You going to fuck me like a slut? Not exactly your M.O., pretty boy.” You tease, playfully tapping on his shoulders.

A low, hoarse chuckle vibrates across his chest. With lust-filled gaze and a thin, mischievous smile, Spencer shifts his eyes to look straight into yours.

“Exactly.”

Your eyes grow the widest they have ever been your entire life. “What—” Before you can stop him, his lips are already clashing against yours.

Spencer holds onto you as if he is falling off a cliff, and you are a branch about to snap any second. He kisses you aggressively, pulling you so tight, like he needs you glued to him.

You try to push him, but it doesn't take long until you give in. Until you kissed back.

You kissed him back.

You fucking kissed Spencer back.

The hands that recently danced on his shoulders begin to tug on the soft curls over his nape. The weight of his lips is starting to make your legs wobble.

Every scrape of his teeth against your stinging lips feels new. It isn't what you're familiar with. Your mind recalls his gentle touches and gentle words as if you'd break if he held you too tight. But the one kissing you isn't. The slice of his tongue over your lips is primal. He's not the Spencer you once knew. He's the Spencer you've been craving, so much so that the mere thought of bruises caused by his grip has been contaminating your mind since you started in the BAU.

His kisses deepened, warmth enveloping the two of you despite the chilly breeze inside the cellar. With breathless and plump lips, a new strike of desire courses throughout your body the longer you kiss.

Spencer breathes you in like oxygen, starving for more, never satisfied with just one gentle breath. It's new. And you love it.

Heaving, you and Spencer pull away, lips detaching and reattaching like magnets ’til distance is too far to push back. His lips are a darker shade of pink, swollen, and adorned with smeared lipstick. You don’t doubt the effect of making out with him gives you any more leverage, imagining your lipstick thickly outlines all over the rims of your mouth.

Judging by how Spencer stares at you like a satisfied drunken man, you presume he's loving every second more than he's prepared to admit. Most will wonder if his eagerness is merely a product of lost inhibitions. But a simple educated guess tells you that none of his actions are driven by alcohol. He's as sober as an ice cold water splashed over one's face.

Spencer lifts you on the table, standing between your thighs. The fabric of his pants scrapes against your skin, and your aching cunt throbs at the feeling. He cups your face into his large hands, reattaching your lips once more like it’s an unforgivable sin to keep them apart.

He pulls away after air fails him, resting his forehead over yours. “I want to be the only one who gets to fuck you like a slut, or so God help me—” Spencer closes his eyes agonizingly slow, “—No man near you will ever see daylight again.”

Your heart pounds against your chest, and you mentally beg Spencer to do so too—pound against your hips like you’re banned from ever walking again. The pressure of his voice and hot breath fanning against the land of your skin is ecstatically satisfying.

Spencer's hand drives up the slit of your dress, and at that moment, you know exactly why you chose to wear such an article of unfriendly clothing amidst your intolerance to the cold wind.

You wanted him to take it off of you.

You needed Spencer to take the dress off of you and fuck you hard.

The tickle of his lips trailing from your jaw to the spot underneath your earlobe has your back arching almost a hundred and eighty degrees. Ever the opportunist, Spencer takes it as his chance to pull you closer, squeezing your thigh with his palm.

You throw your head back, giving him access to more eager-to-be-touched skin. Legs wrap around his middle in utter pleasure, “Spencer…” You whine breathily, eyes fluttering close at the way he holds your flesh with both hunger and caress.

His mouth falls agape. Your voice. His name. It’s addicting. His world stops in a millisecond, reveling in the joy of your mouth, uttering his name with the intense pleasure he provides.

“We’re barely starting,” Spencer whispers against your clavicle, snaking his hand under your dress to the lining of your underwear. He swipes over your clothed clit.

You twitch under his touch. A total puppet wrapped around his finger while his literal thumb begins to toy with your clit. The pace makes you painfully and deliciously squirm.

Spencer loves the image before him, especially the rise of your chest as he plunges a finger, then two, inside your needy cunt. It’s the first time he’s ever heard your moans so... needy and begging and desperate and sweet and hot and something he knows you’ve never reached the volume before with other men, and he’s hooked—addicted.

“You have no idea what your dress did to me the whole night.” He muffles on your neck. Wet kisses echo at the touch of his lips. Spencer buries himself in your scent, one hand unzipping your dress. “No idea how much I wanted to take it off of you.” He whispers next to your ear.

A hum spills at the ring of his words. His kisses start to sting, and burning hues form on your skin. Spencer marks you with his tongue and teeth.

It's euphoric. His hunger. His need. And you want nothing else but to give him whatever he wants, the same way he gives you everything you need.

The sound of his fly distorting in the air makes your skin tingle, nipples perk, and cunt quiver. You whine when he pulls away, already missing his heat.

Spencer’s eyes soften, “Are you sure you want this to continue? When we were friends with benefits things didn't work—”

“Shut up, take my dress off, and fuck me, Spencer.” You heave, or beg, or whichever fits the way you eagerly undo his tie and unbutton his shirt while kissing the soft spot on his neck, marking him yours.

The vibration of his chuckles sent delicious throbs down to your cunt, drooling to be filled by him.

“Aren't you needy—” Spencer lifts his arms in defense, “—alright, shutting up now.”

The cold is nowhere else but the back of your mind. You feel wetness on the peak of his boxers. Spencer's hard erection suffocates him, and you're eager to relieve him in every possible way.

He immediately sighs when your dress droops down your waist. Spencer takes you in as if you're the most prized art in a museum. He takes every line, scars, birthmarks, or as simple as the crease of your breast into memory.

“So, so beautiful…” Spencer murmurs in sheer adoration and awe. He looks up as if God has listened to his prayers as if he’s a passionate believer. Thankful to have you within his reach.

Warmth coats you with every sweep of his hand on every curve and slope of your body. He’s memorizing each soft plush and perfect flaw. The sentiment alone heightens your arousal like you’ve been touch-starved for years.

A yelp comes out of you when he unexpectedly spreads the wetness on your folds, touching where you need him most. “Spencer, please…” It’s a plea. A begging need.

He circles on your clit with more pressure than the first. “You ready for me?” A vigorous nod responds to him while you bite your moans to keep them at bay.

Spencer pulls you closer by the small of your back. Your ass is almost falling off the edge of the table. The lacey cloth stretched on the side of your entrance. He aligns his slobbering tip with your equally desperate cunt.

Unsatisfied by your response, Spencer grabs your chin with so much force your bitten lips set free. “I need a verbal answer, sweetheart. I need to hear your voice say the words.” He’s begging, too, aching to slam just about all of him in one push.

The anticipation is frustrating. "I wa—" With a mere echo jumping out of your throat, Spencer takes it enough confirmation and thrusts his hips to meet yours.

Temporary pain and electrifying pleasure cause your body to shake, followed by a pornographic moan that Spencer muffles with his hand over half of your face.

Your mind spins around in endless bliss as his cock throbs at the pressure of your hold. Spencer doesn't move an inch, waiting for your signal.

“Please… move. Now.” Your voice is caught in the middle of your throat, dragging into a lovely gasp when he pulls back slowly.

With the tip of his cock the sole filler inside your cunt, Spencer thrusts back so fast, so good. He keeps a steady pace that leaves both of you a moaning mess.

Spencer pins your hips on the table, making sure he satisfies you with every force. He sucks a breath in, dizzy at the sight of your breast bouncing on his beat.

Can he surpass the knowledge that other guys have seen you undone like this? Never. Will he clash heaven and hell for the sake of pleasing you? The almighty and the merciless needn’t make yet another bet because they know Spencer will drag anything, anyone, to kneel before you.

Because Spencer needs you undone like you have never been before. He craves to be the first to fuck you like it's the last thing you’ll ever do.

You're addicting. An influence he freely lets himself get sucked in. Spencer wishes he could brand himself with your name, eager to be yours. He's desperate to be called yours.

Spencer adorns your skin with red and purple hues, beaming at the sight of his marks with every echo of his lips popping yet another possessive tattoo.

The pleasure he gives sends you beyond time and space. Euphoric daze fogs up your brain. Vision locked inside your skull, eyes permanently rolled into sensual darkness.

“Spence…”

Fuck. The nickname drips perfectly off your lips. You and only you can make his cock even harder just by saying his name. He doesn’t try to keep his head from spiraling into desires, desperately imagining all the ways he can own you.

You gasp shakily, feeling the knot in your abdomen begin to tighten. One, two—five more strokes and you enter a void filled with sparkling stars and mind-numbing pleasure.

Spencer doesn't stop, just as you wish, through broken moans and nails digging into the thin layer of his skin. Not a single pace slower or faster. And it is fucking blissful.

Your moans drool off your lips, clenching around his cock. He rides your high like a limited experience that he will never get to try again. Though, you're sure there’ll be more clandestine rendezvous than you both are willing to admit. You both know this isn't the last you’ll ever get a taste of him. And it is not the last time he’ll crave you like oxygen.

A hand reaches out for his nape, carding your nails at the tangles of his hair. You begin to comb between his curly strands, massaging the scalp beneath. Spencer spits out a tasteful curse dedicated to the pleasure the sensation of your touch has given him.

“I keep up with my pill. I’m on a good window.” You assure him, breath hitching. “Fill me up, Spence.” You implore greedily, wanting nothing but all traces of him engraved inside and outside of you.

His mouth slacks open, burying his cock in the deepest part of you. “Fuck, you’re too good to me,” He hisses in utter bliss. Spencer jolts at the ecstasy that vibrates out of him, emptying himself through the depths of your walls.

Spencer rests his forehead against yours, whispering praises like you suddenly became his goddess. His senses tingle. And he doesn’t want time to continue.

Your ragged breaths sync with his and soon turn even. Years of yearning are fulfilled in one evening. The prick of his bites floods your senses.

“What was the question again?” You giggle out, still, a bit out of breath, breaking the silence.

Spencer playfully rolls his eyes, zipping up the back of your dress with a kiss on your shoulder. “I basically asked, ‘What are we’ like a typical chick in a movie.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Your sweet laughter follows while Spencer covers you once more with his jacket despite the clear indication of sweat glistening over your forehead that you’re not nearly as cold anymore. "That many?"

Pride surges across his chest, beaming. "Like a canvas drenched with paint." He softly bites his lower lip, satisfied by the work he has done.

You glance down, gasping at the sheath of love bites. "More like a slab of beaten up flesh." Your head lifts up to look at him in disbelief. Spencer painted every inch of your skin, no space left untouched. You don't even recognize your skin anymore.

"Maybe this will help," He reaches on the back of your head, tugging on the band. Your hair drapes over your neck.

"No, Reid. It does not help at all." Blinking, you slap his arm lightly, earning a shrug and a peck on your lips. He simply fastens the buttons of his jacket on you, covering everything the fabric can.

He hunches down to pick up the tie you discarded on the floor. When he stands back up, he says, “We can keep this between us for now while we figure things out if you’d like. But we have to agree on one thing.” He tucks in a wild strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m yours, and you don’t have a choice. Sounds good?”

You giddily smile, nodding as you dangle your weak legs over the table. “What about me? Can’t I be yours?” You coax, fixing his tie.

"Do you want to be? Because I'm content with just pleasing you every chance I get. I'm not in a rush."

"Spencer," You take his face in your hands. "Do you really want to just be friends with benefits?"

He swipes his tongue over his lower lip. "No..." Spencer squeaks under his breath.

You nod, humming. "Good, because I don't want you like a best friend either." You flatten the crease on his shoulders.

"So?" Spencer chases your eyes, hoping he can read your mind.

"So, you're mine, and I'm yours. Sounds better, don't you think?"

"Sounds great." He simpers, helping you get back on your feet.

The two of you come back to the others with the worst whiskey in the cellar. Your hair is neat, and your lipstick is replenished. His tie sits presentably on his chest and hides the smallest purple mark on the base of his neck. Intricate measures for intricate people.

Derek complains. Penelope agrees. Rossi objects. Hotch sips his drink with no care. Emily laughs hysterically. JJ shrugs.

No one knows. Or no one cares. But the secret remain as is.

Perks of being seen as the most platonic friends. More so than the great Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia. What they know nothing about won’t hurt them, right? And it’s not like it’ll be any worse if they did.

Yet the absence of suspicion brews boredom and discontent. How come the others are suspicious enough, but not you and him? What's so dull in the air between you and Spencer that no one dares to wonder if romance ever crossed your minds?

Spencer drags his fingers on your thigh under the table. And no one suspects why you never take off his jacket despite dancing the night away.

And as the night deepens, like any other gathering, the group disperses into different areas and smaller groups.

“So?” JJ starts, wiggling her eyebrows.

“What?” You chuckle into the wine in your glass.

JJ rolls her eyes, “Did you give the photographer your number?”

Oh, yeah. You’d forgotten about the entire thing, glancing at the photographer who happens to have his lens on you. He smiles shyly, but you swear in your life that your shy boy is a lot more charming.

“Because if not, I think Will’s cousin has his eye on you, too,” JJ adds with a mischievous smile. The most supportive friend you’ll have. How will she react when she finds out?

You smile, looking far ahead at the pair of brown eyes.

Spencer returns the smile, Hotch’s voice muffling in the background.

“Like I said, it’s quite a little paperwork, but if you want to try things out and date, I have no problem with helping you out,” Hotch advises between sips of warm whiskey, talking about that one agent who approached Spencer at the bullpen thrice. What will he think when he finds out two of his agents are participating in fraternization?

They have no idea. Not an inkling of doubt whatsoever.

The naivete. It bores you and Spencer. It’s prosaic. It’s unglamorous.

From one end to another, the same words echo.

“I’ll have another drink.”

The two of you stand from each end, meeting over the table with vast choices of alcohol. You pick up a glass as Spencer stands next to you.

“Take it off?”

“Take it off.”

And you went separate ways.

JJ’s eyes widen at the small hint of marks on your chest, jacket slightly drooping over your shoulder.

Hotch doesn’t say a word when he notices the hickey on Spencer’s neck when the younger agent loosens his tie and undoes one button—and Hotch quotes—because of the heat. His peripheral catches JJ, Emily, and Penelope hovering around you like a group of crows scavenging for some sort of fleshy information he thinks he knows what’s about.

“A simple no would’ve suffice,” Hotch says evenly. “But you’re still filling out paperwork. Am I clear?”

Spencer stifles a smug smirk, looking down on his drink. “Clear.”

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Kinktober Day 8

RAPE PLAY (CONSENSUAL)

Moniker: Sin Nombre Risk Level: High. Sin Nombre is a permanent resident of the Kennel. Brief: Rape, cuckholdry Safeword: Refer to first brief. Sin Nombre will be torturing Ale more than anything, it is unlikely she will be violent with you if you’re docile as she will be more interested in making you enjoy what she does. Ale will be in the room and is able to get out of the restraints quickly if you safeword out - Price

“Let him go!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face as the woman who had you on your knees crouched behind you and used a hand on your chin to force you to look.

Alejandro was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, the only piece of furniture. He looked awful, black eye and bloody nose, hair all over the place and sticky with blood from a cut on his hairline. If you didn’t know Price was watching you would have genuinely been in fear for his life, as if was you couldn’t fully get rid of the fear you had for your body.

“Aww she is so sweet Alejandro. Such concern for her little boyfriend, but we both know she could do better than a man like you.”

You tensed as she snaked a hand around to squeeze roughly at your breast. Ale barked at her in Spanish, told her to get her hands off of you. Valeria, he called her Valeria. She only laughed at him and cruelly pinched your nipple through your t-shirt which made you cry out.

With her face now pressed cheek to cheek with yours, you couldn’t slam your head back to try hurt her, but you could grab her hair and you did just that. It was silky under your fingers and as you yanked hard, aiming to get her off guard, she only turned her head and licked slowly up from your chin to your hairline. She was fucking insane, non-reactive as you tugged and strands of hair was pulled from her scalp.

“Such a fiery thing aren’t you?” she cooed as she grabbed your wrist and twisted it so hard you were sure it was about to snap off.

Something about this woman made you forget the context of what was happening, made you really feel like you were fighting for your life here. So you did. You fucking fought, you clawed and bit and writhed to try and get the upper hand and came up short with every attempt. She smashed your face hard into the solid floor and there was a crunch followed by a hot rush of blood.

You were dazed and she threw you down to catch your breath sprawled on the floor so she could stand and go to Alejandro. A little fracture in your nose was nothing, not compared to the cold dread of seeing her hands touch him, run over his body with a twisted sense of affection.

For his part he kept his eyes on you as you weakly raised you head up.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly.

It took you a moment to fight through the fear and listen to what he was trying to say. This bitch had went and fractured your nose, had you pissing blood from it. He was checking in and you saw how she looked at you like you were nothing, like this was going to break you. She was sorely mistaken.

“I’m ok Ale” you said, trying to push yourself up as you swiped your forearm over your nose to get the blood away from your mouth. “Sin Nombre is a little green, can’t even throw a decent punch.”

“Is that right?” she said, some manic spark in her eye that was terrifying but thrilling at the same time.

When she sank her fist into Ale’s belly and he choked as the breath was punched out of him you launched yourself at her. You hated how she laughed at you, how she so easily subdued you and got you back to your knees. Only this time as you were thinking of how to get back out of this she straddled your hips with your chest to the floor and your hands wrenched behind your back and fucking cuffed them.

“There we are” she sneered, yanking you up by the cuffs so you were on your knees again facing Ale.

You screamed bloody murder when she wrestled your t-shirt up and over your head, the fabric bunching around your arms since the thing couldn’t come fully off with your hands cuffed. Your bra she simply pulled down sharply to have your tits spilling out, one strap snapping from the sudden pressure.

“Such nice tits, don’t you think so?” she asked Ale, mean as she played roughly with one.

He spat streams of curses at her in Spanish, eventually going from angry to panicked as he started trying to negotiate when she pushed a hand between your legs.

“D-don’t!” you cried out, but she only sunk her teeth into the fat of your cheek as she slapped your cunt over and over again, your pants muffling the sting but doing nothing to lessen the humiliation.

“I bet she’ll be soaked. You better hope so anyway, if I need to fuck her dry I will and then she’ll really be ruined for you.”

“Stop this Valeria, please. She has done nothing to you! Your issue is with me” Ale begged and you hated it, couldn’t stand this proud man being made to plead.

“Come Ale it’s the same song and dance. You love her because she makes Rudy happy. I ruin her because you love her. If you had only left her alone, I would never have found her so enticing.”

As she said the word enticing she pushed her hand inside your panties, found your clit immediately and pinched down hard to make your whole body jerk and writhe. Her cheek was back on yours, her laughter hot at your ear.

“Tell him how wet you are, how much of a fucking slut his little lamb is.”

“I’m not! You’re a fucking monster” you said, the lie obvious to even your own ears.

Her fingers were probably pruning from how sopping wet you were. You hated it, your face burning with the shame as you avoided looking at Alejandro. You could taste your blood and you wished you would drown in it.

“Lying is a sin little lamb” she said, condescending.

You sobbed in distress when she took her hand from your pants and scissored her fingers to show the strings of slick forming between them. You thought your shame could not get any worse and then it did as she shoved your head back to the floor like a dog and leaned her clean hand on Ale’s knee to balance while she fed him her sticky fingers.

“Taste what I’ve done to her. You bite me, and I’ll ignore the holes she has and make a new one to fuck.”

You could not look at him. The cuffs kept your hands behind your back so you couldn’t even cover your ears against the sounds of him sucking your shame off of her fingers.

“Isn’t this nostalgic? Me between your legs?”

Oh you felt sick at the thought, felt bitterly jealous at the husky lust in her voice. Had they…? What had it been? Just sex or something more? Fuck this wasn’t even about violating you, it was about making a cuckhold of him. That’s the part that was giving her gratification and you slumped in defeat, still stuck with your face and bare tits pressed into the ground since you couldn’t get your arms in front of you.

“Cordera perdido please, do not listen to her poison” Ale said, the strain apparent in his voice.

“She doesn’t need to listen, she only needs to look” Valeria replied with a tut before you were dragged up by a forearm around your throat.

Alejandro was hard. Even beaten as he was, restrained in the chair, the outline of him was visible through his pants.

“You see? He can’t wait to see me rape you, he’s desperate for it. Is it because he knows you’re too much a whore for something like that to break you? Or because it makes him hard to think of you being broken?”

She laughed while both you and Alejandro struggled to keep yourselves together. You could barely see through the tears so you didn’t truly know if he was equally as devastated about what was happening as Valeria slapped one of your tits for good measure before shoving you back over and pulling down your pants.

“Val, please. I am begging you” Ale said, struggling to keep the heartbreak from his voice.

“And don’t you beg pretty Ale. I am curious if you’ve taught her to do the same.”

Her slender fingers swiped down your slit once before three shoved all the way inside your pussy with no mercy.

“Ha, she is loose. Little lamb has been getting fucked by wolves” she said, cruelly amused.

It wasn’t true, you were tight enough that three fingers was far, far too much but you couldn’t scramble away with any effectiveness. The best you could do was try to wriggle your shoulders to crawl forward and away from her, but that only got you as far as Ale’s feet. Your face wound up against the leather of his boot.

“Fucking beg” Valeria snapped, giving a practically sharp stab of her fingers inside you.

“Please! Please stop! Please don’t do this!” you sobbed.

“You would be more convincing if your pussy was not so desperate. Listen to how wet you are, how much of a mess you are making.”

It was horrific because she was right. Her fingers squelched in and out, not meeting resistance from your greedy cunt as it adjusted to the stretch, started to crave it. Oh God were you pushing your hips back? Were you moaning and drooling all over Ale’s boot?

“P-please” you gasped.

“Please what?” she asked as she pulled her fingers from you and your cunt fucking ached at the loss.

“Please d-don’t” you said, horribly embarrassed because all three of you knew that wasn’t the intended end of your statement.

Valeria took her time sucking each of her fingers, gracefully licking all of your essence off of them and making direct eye contact with Alejandro as she did.

“Look at your poor lamb Ale, perhaps I should just leave her like this. Do you think she will break and ride your boot?”

Alejandro gritted his teeth against tears and looked at you, pathetic and crying beneath him. Somehow Valeria stopping here seemed more of a violation than if she let you cum. He could not have her leave you in such a sorry state, leave you in a position where you truly might debase yourself further to get release (a danger to him, he was already throbbing and leaking, if you used him to get off he was likely to explode).

“Don’t” he whispered quietly, defeated.

“Ah ah ah, speak up handsome.”

“Don’t leave her like this Val. Please.”

“Please” you added, also entirely defeated by this woman.

She was not gentle. Her fingers were down right mean inside of you, scissoring too wide with her other hand alternating between pinching your nipples or your clit. It was all muddling the line between pleasure and pain, violation and euphoria.

She laughed meanly at you when you came, your pussy sucking violently on her fingers even as you hiccupped through heaving sobs. As you reached the height of it she pulled her fingers out which felt awful and then slapped your clit hard, making you scream. You had never had an orgasm ruined so horribly before.

You could barely think so much so that it took her dangling the cuffs from a finger and bouncing them to cause them to clink for you to realise your hands were free. Not that you could do much, you were a wet heap on the floor. Entirely debauched. Shirt still bunched around your arms, tits still spilled over the pulled down cups of your bra with one strap snapped, pants sagging around your knees.

“Hm. You cannot claim you are not tempted to keep her.”

You were vaguely aware that Alejandro was no longer restrained. He was cradling you in his arms, gently fixing your clothing and using the hem of his own shirt to wipe the blood from your face.

“Leave it Val” warned a warm voice. Rudy. Rudy was here.

“For now. You did well little lamb, this was fun” she replied, patting you on the pussy which cause a growl from both of the men.

“Out now. Price wants a word. The deal was no permanent damage” Rudy said, low and simmering with anger.

On your behalf you thought while Ale checked your nose over. He sighed in relief as he did so, not a bad fracture then.

“Ha! I’ve done her a favour. How will she survive Nikto if not for me giving her a taste of what animals we really are.”

There was a low exchanging of words between her and Rudy that you didn’t quite catch and then she was gone and you were being lifted and taken for a bath.

Honestly after a few hours of gentle care you felt empty in a good way. It had been cathartic to have that experience while knowing deep down that you were safe, Alejandro was right there and able to get out of that chair, Price was watching on cameras and now you knew Rudy had been right outside.

While you were pretty sure you didn’t want to do this again anytime soon, it hadn’t been as bad as you had feared going in. You were so completely drained of adrenaline that you drifted off to a dreamless sleep easily, not worrying too much about what was to come but thinking you could probably use some rest.

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gothamite-rambler · 6 days ago

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Comrade, can you do a fluffy soft jayrose script, where they do heart melting cute stuff when they think they are alone but are caught in 4k and others react to it.

Like they giggle and rub noses, call each other pet names, cook together, go on a walk,cuddle, play with each other's hair, etc.

Thanks.

Answer to ask: Rose and Jason

I'll give you one better, this is a w.i.p. of when they had their first moment together. (sorry for the long wait. It took me... a lot of rewrites to do this where I felt it wasn't cheese and portrayed Jason as canon bad talking to women).

W.I.P for JayRose Fanfic

Aww, they're a match made in insanity

In a dimly lit alley after a tense battle, both Rose and Jason were feeling sore. They stood close together, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Suddenly, Rose surprised him with an unexpected kiss.

Rose: Mm, nice. I've wanted to do that for a while.

Jason (stammering): Whoa, that just happened.

As Rose kissed him again, warmth radiated through him, their lips moving in perfect harmony. Jason placed a hand on Rose's hip, pulling her closer, feeling a brief pressure on his bottom lip. He let out a soft moan, but clarity returned quickly as Rose stepped back, a playful smile on her face.

Jason (covering his mouth): Stop catching me off guard!

He rubbed his forehead, heart racing from the thrill.

Rose (eyes sparkling): I had to get that out of my system. Now I’m ready to go.

Jason: Why are you looking at me like that? You kissed me and then kissed me again… what the hell? I didn’t even know you liked me like that!

She laughed, noticing the flush on his face, and placed her hand gently on his chest.

Rose: I thought I made it obvious. Although I enjoy pretend flirting with people, I've actually wanted to kiss you for a while.

Jason: Okay, okay, cool… I didn’t hate it, but you kind of made some blood leave my brain for a few minutes… and you're really attractive.

Rose (smiling): You are too, especially when you took off your mask. I couldn't help myself.

Trying to regain his composure, Jason glared at her playfully.

Jason: Rose… just five minutes ago, we were dealing with goons and trying to snatch a key. Thanks for not taking it from my pocket again.

Rose (cheeky grin): Lucky you.

Jason: Um, yeah. Gotta focus… After all that, you thought you’d just kiss me? I’m not complaining, but it was unexpected.

Rose (nonchalantly): I noticed you seemed a little on edge. I wanted to help you relax.

Jason (flustered): Well, that definitely worked.

Rose: Think of it as a thank you for stopping a knife from being plunged into my hip. I could’ve died, and then you wouldn’t have received such a pleasant gift.

Jason sighed, but when he looked at Rose, his heart skipped a beat.

Jason: I feel hot. Do you feel hot? Wow, you're just… really fine— I didn’t mean—

Rose (coy smile): Hmm, I’m fine? You might’ve meant ‘foine.’

They both laughed softly, easing Jason's tension. Rose wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their bodies just inches apart.

Jason (softly): Rose?

Rose: Hmm?

Jason: I… like you, and I just—

He leaned in, kissing her deeply. She was surprised at first but soon melted into it.

Jason (embarrassed): I said I liked you. Oh my God.

Rose (sincerely): I like you too. There’s no shame in speaking the truth. Your intelligence captivates me; our conversations are both enlightening and enjoyable. You have a quick wit that draws me in, and the way you carry yourself with such confidence and charm is hard to ignore. Plus, your looks are a bonus.

Jason shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jason: Honestly, when I started to develop feelings for you, I didn’t want you to notice. Because I really do think you’re… genuinely funny. You know how to lighten the mood, even in the craziest situations. And the way you handle your weapons? It’s hard not to admire that. Your tough exterior is actually strangely appealing, and, yeah, you’re hot too.

Rose brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and giggled, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Jason: I’m ruining the illusion, aren’t I?

Rose: If you were like my last two partners, who lied about fifty percent of their lives, I’d say yes. But with you, it’s refreshing to see a softer side instead of just the bravado. Thankfully you're not literally flashing me.

Jason (amused): Which partner was that?

Rose (serious): Both. You ever seen a guy windmill his penis?

Jason: There was this one time with a crazy homeless man on a subway…

Rose (interrupting): Jay, I want you. And while you seem a little shy about this, which is surprisingly making you more attractive, I think we should give this a shot. Keep it low-key—don’t tell anyone.

Jason: YES! That was probably a bad reaction.

Rose: You’re cool. Trust me, I'm not in the mood for the typical ‘Oh, he’s my boyfriend, and I’m his girlfriend, and we go to pottery on weekends’ couple crap.

Jason: That sounds boring. But how about when this mission is over, we find somewhere private to continue this?

He took her hand, pulling her closer.

Rose (teasing): Oh, Mr. Red Hood, are you seducing me?

Jason: I think I am, Miss Rose Wilson. Would you like to give it a try?

Rose: Hm… mind if I employ a few of my special tricks on you? I can be pretty rough.

Jason: You bit my lip, and I moaned. What do you think?

Rose (playful tone): Let’s start with you catching me.

She brandished the key Jason thought was back in his pocket, having sneakily retrieved it before darting away from him.

Jason sighed happily and chased after her, laughter echoing behind them. As they stepped into the night, the exhilaration of the chase pumped adrenaline through his veins, promising that the evening was just beginning.

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deliciousangelfestival · 11 months ago

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 4 - B.Barnes

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 ,Chp 8 , Chp 9 , Chp 10 , Chp 11 , Chp 12.

Bucky continued his day, the camera capturing every step of his farm journey. "Hey, everyone! It's Bucky Barnes, and today, we're diving into the thrilling world of farm life," he exclaimed to the camera, showcasing the vast expanse of the fields and the tractor humming in the background. He shifted the camera to reveal the small puppy nestled in his lap, earning an "Aww" from his audience.

As Bucky planted the barley seeds meticulously, he shared insights about the process and his challenges. The puppy, seemingly entranced by the rustling leaves and the tractor's rhythmic hum, added charm to the vlog.

With the barley seeds successfully sown, Bucky moved on to the next task—planting potatoes. He mused to the camera, "Now, this is where having an extra pair of hands would really come in handy. Note to self: consider hiring farm help if I ever figure out how to get my bank account back."

The puppy, content in Bucky's lap, became a recurring star in the vlog, eliciting heartwarming comments from viewers. Bucky couldn't help but smile at the positive reactions and the genuine interest his audience showed in his newfound farm companion.

When lunchtime arrived, Bucky parked the tractor and headed home, pondering what to eat. The realization hit him—he couldn't cook. The luxury of having meals prepared or ordering takeout was a distant memory.

Bucky sighed, acknowledging the need to learn basic cooking skills to survive this farm adventure. He decided to keep things simple for now, opting for something that required minimal culinary finesse.

To his surprise, Bucky entered his house, and Y/N's horse was standing near the entrance gate. He couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected sight, wondering if the horse had decided to be the official guardian of his newfound home.

As he stepped inside, the aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the air. Samantha, Y/N’s mother, placed a food container on his kitchen counter. She greeted him warmly. Bucky, still holding the camera for his vlog, smiled appreciatively.

"Hey, Bucky! We thought you might need a little help in the food department," Samantha said with a friendly tone.

Bucky chuckled, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I appreciate it, but I don't want to be a burden, getting free food all the time."

Samantha waved off his concern. "Oh, don't you worry about that. Your father has taken care of everything. It's the least we can do to help out a neighbor."

Bucky nodded, grateful for the kindness shown by his unexpected neighbors. The support from Y/N's family was becoming a comforting constant in his journey into the unknown world of farming.

Samantha continued, "You're part of this community now, Bucky. We look out for each other. Consider it a warm welcome."

With a sincere smile, Bucky thanked Samantha and decided to capture this heartwarming moment for his vlog.

But Bucky couldn't help but feel embarrassed as Samantha mentioned that his father had taken care of everything. The realization that his father had prepared not only the essentials for him but also arranged for the delicious meals brought a mix of gratitude and a hint of embarrassment.

Bucky gently put the puppy down, who had already awakened from its peaceful slumber. The little furball seemed to be adjusting well to its new surroundings.

With thoughts of taking the puppy to town for essentials and a check-up, Bucky shared his appreciation for the meal. "These are delicious. If I ever own a restaurant, I'd hire you as the chef," he complimented Samantha.

Samantha giggled at the compliment, but then she dropped a surprising revelation. "Thank you, but it wasn't me who made it. It was my daughter Y/N."

Bucky, mid-bite, raised his eyebrows in astonishment. He hadn't expected Y/N to be the culinary mastermind behind the delectable dishes. The realization caught him off guard, and for a moment, he found himself slightly choked on his food, a mixture of surprise and admiration written across his face.

As Y/N entered with a bag of dog food and a small mattress, effortlessly juggling both items, Bucky couldn't help but be impressed by her multitasking skills. She seemed to carry the weight of responsibility effortlessly, efficiently handling practical tasks.

Curious about the puppy, Y/N inquired, "Where's the dog?" Bucky pointed towards the little furball resting under the table.

Y/N gently picked up the puppy and efficiently settled it on the provided mattress. She then gave the dog milk, showcasing a caring side that caught Bucky off guard.

Observing Y/N's nurturing actions, Bucky couldn't help but appreciate her help. Despite her annoyance at being involved in his farming endeavor, she proved genuinely helpful and caring. However, the pleasant atmosphere turned unexpectedly when Y/N dropped the bomb, "Eat quickly, it looks like it's going to rain."

The news of impending rain dampened Bucky's bright mood. The unpredictable weather added a layer of challenge to his farming adventure, and the reality of rural life began to set in.

As Y/N predicted, the rain arrived, interrupting Bucky's progress on planting the crop seeds. Despite not completing the task, he found solace in the fact that the barley seeds he had managed to plant earlier would benefit from the rain, ensuring faster growth.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Bucky returned home to refresh himself. The puppy beside him provided a comforting companionship, making him feel less isolated in this rural setting. The soothing sound of rain outside created a calming ambiance.

Embracing the opportunity presented by the weather, Bucky delved into editing the video he had recorded throughout the day. The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the window accompanied his creative process, adding tranquility to the cozy farmhouse atmosphere.

******

The next day, Bucky felt a sense of ease as the rain had ceased, and the sunrise painted the sky. He savored a homemade breakfast of bread topped with butter, mozzarella cheese, and cherry tomatoes—an extra layer of enjoyment derived from the satisfaction of preparing it himself.

His newfound companion, Archie (he gave the name last night), the adorable male puppy, happily wagged his tail as Bucky set down a bowl of milk, cooing at the joyful scene.

Interrupting this peaceful morning, a knock echoed through the farmhouse, prompting Bucky to open the door and discover who awaited on the other side.

‘Knock, knock!’

Bucky opened the door to find a teenager holding a box. The young lad greeted Bucky warmly and extended the box filled with honey.

“Hi, I'm Tobey. I live with my grandparents, and Grandma asked me to bring these to you,” he explained.

Bucky gratefully accepted the gift, acknowledging the teenager's kindness and his grandparents' thoughtfulness.

As the exchange unfolded, a distinctive sound caught their attention—Archie, the puppy, chimed in with an enthusiastic "woof," adding a touch of canine charm to the moment.

Having finished his milk, Archie toddled over to Bucky with his tiny legs.

Bucky bent down, patting Archie gently. "Hey, Archie."

Tobey observed Archie with curiosity. "He looks..."

Setting down the box, Bucky scooped up the puppy and presented him to Tobey. "His name is Archie. I'm grateful I found him on my terrace. His cuteness made me forget my exhausting day."

Tobey's eyes welled with emotion, and Bucky quickly realized that the box he had brought was likely the same one Archie had been placed in.

"I'm sorry," Tobey admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "My grandparents only allow me to have one dog."

Tobey lowered his gaze, speaking softly, "When Archie's mother gave birth, he was the weakest among his siblings. No one wanted to take him."

Bucky questioned, "Why me?"

Tobey scratched his head, explaining, "Because I saw your car. I thought, this person must be rich. I can't afford to have another dog."

As Bucky looked at the teenager, he reflected on his life, where money was never a problem. Toby, on the other hand, had to let go of something he cherished. Bucky reassured him, "It's okay. I consider Archie as part of my family now."

Tobey visibly relaxed. "Thank you, and I'm sorry."

Bucky shook his head. "It's alright."

He allowed Toby to play with Archie whenever he wanted, realizing that it was a win-win situation for both Archie and Toby.

Then Bucky asked, "Do you know how to drive a tractor?"

Toby replied confidently, "Of course. Everyone around my age can drive it."

Bucky was pleasantly surprised. He then offered Toby a job, promising to pay him for assistance. With that, Bucky found someone to help him with the farm work.

Bucky's progress in planting the seeds had become significantly faster with Toby's help. With his easygoing personality, Toby became a popular addition to the video vlogs Bucky regularly created for his followers. Viewers liked the dynamic between the two, and Toby's presence brought a fresh energy to the content.

One day, as Bucky and Toby took a break, Y/N arrived with sandwiches and iced tea. In addition to the refreshments, she handed Bucky a weathered journal book that had once belonged to the farm's former owner. Y/N explained that it was a farm journal, a crucial resource for anyone working the land.

"By the way," Y/N added casually, her eyes fixed on her phone, "you've got cow, lamb, and chicken coming in. They'll be here in two hours."

With that information dropped, she swiftly left again, leaving Bucky and Toby slightly stunned. Bucky, who had just finished planting all the crops, now found himself unprepared for the arrival of livestock.

Bucky grumbled to himself, "What a cold woman."

But Toby interjected, "Y/N is really kind, you know? She's helped my grandparents a few times. She even drove them to the hospital when they needed it. That's why I'm saving up money to buy a car."

Bucky felt a twinge in his heart hearing about Y/N's selflessness. He gave Toby a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You're a good grandson, looking out for your family like that. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

As they continued their conversation, Bucky realized there was more to Y/N than he initially perceived. Her kindness extended beyond the farm and, apparently, reached out to the broader community. Bucky found himself intrigued, and perhaps a bit curious, about the woman who seemed to be more than just a neighbor.

As Bucky flipped through the pages of the journal, he couldn't help but wonder about its history. The name "Jonathan L/N" caught his eye on the first page.

Toby, munching on his sandwich beside Bucky, also glanced at the page. "My grandfather mentioned that this land used to be owned by Y/N's great-great-grandfather."

The realization hit Bucky like a ton of bricks. The farm he was now cultivating once belonged to Y/N's family. Suddenly, her distant demeanor and occasional coldness toward him made sense. The land held sentimental value, and Bucky was now the outsider entrusted with its care. It was a responsibility he hadn't fully grasped until that moment.

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lve-me · 17 days ago

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄!

—insane Satoru

"COME BACK! I SAID COME BACK!"

You ran with all your strength, frantic to escape the crazed man closing in on you. He wasn’t running to catch you quickly—he was just savoring the thrill, reveling in the rush of the chase. Satoru could have easily seized you the moment you looked back, but instead, he chose to indulge in the game a little longer.

He had captured you once before, and this was your first attempt at escape. He couldn't afford to lose you now, not after you'd uncovered all his plans, how he intended to isolate you, slowly driving a wedge between you and your loved ones. How he wanted you to depend on him, to love only him, to be with only him. But of course, you had to realize all of this now, didn’t you?

He caught up to you quickly, wrapping his arms tightly around you from behind. Lifting you off the ground, he carried you back to his home, ignoring your screams and struggles. Once inside, Satoru threw you roughly onto the floor and locked the door with a quick snap. "How dare you run away from me doll?"

Satoru could see the fear in your eyes, the terrifying images flashing through your mind as you considered the consequences of your actions. Without hesitation, he lifted you once more and dragged you to the bathroom, dropping you into the bathtub. His grip was strong as he tightly bound your wrists and ankles, leaving you unable to move. Ignoring your screams, he finished securing you and covered your mouth with duck tape before leaving the bathroom.

Your muffled cries echoed through the bathroom as you squirmed, desperate to break free, but it was no use. He returned, this time holding a saw and a red pen. "Shhh, don’t worry," he whispered, his voice barely clinging onto his last bit of sanity. "I’m just making sure you’ll never make the same mistake ever again." The chilling tone in his voice sent a wave of terror through you, but the realization of what he intended to do terrified you even more.

Your muffled screams escaped through the duck tape as you struggled desperately to escape. Satoru only grinned, chuckling softly—aww, his poor pet was scared. "It’ll only hurt for a little while." he murmured, pinning down your thighs firmly to keep you still as he drew dotted lines around them. He couldn’t have you squirming around now, could he?

Once he finished marking your thighs, he straightened up, gazing down at you with a disturbing sort of affection. No, something crazed. His movements were calm, his words steady, but as you met his gaze, your eyes filled with pure terror and tears, his eyes were empty, pupils wide, showing just how far gone he is from trying to ensure you stay. But you never wanted to. And that fact drove him to a madness he hoped to never achive. Yet here you were, helpless, with him holding a saw, his eyes fixed on the lines he’d drawn on your thighs, his intentions clear.

The pain was excruciating. No, this was a torment you wouldn't wish upon your worst enemy. For a moment, you genuinely thought this must be hell, that you had somehow died and were now facing your punishment. But no, this was something worse than hell could ever be. The saw sliced through your flesh and bone with ease, each cut sending fresh waves of agony through you. The bathtub was now painted with the bright red of your blood.

Focusing on anything but the pain was impossible. Still, as you looked up at Satoru, you could see his eyes widening, pupils dilated, grin stretching with clear joy at your suffering. Blood sprayed as he was halfway in your flesh, staining not only the bathtub but his once-snow-white hair as well. His face, his clothes, everything was soaked in blood. Things were getting far too gruesome, far too severe for you to even survive.

The world around you began to blur, making you believe this might be the end. Maybe it was. As everything grew quieter and hazy, even the pain seemed to dull. You never imagined this would be how it ended. In the bathtub of a madman you’d dared to get close to, ignoring every red flag and placing your trust in him. This is the end.

But it wasn't.

"Look who finally decided to wake up!" You opened your eyes, your vision still somewhat hazy, but Satoru’s face came into focus—he wore that same grin, his gaze almost affectionate, though it lacked the madness you remembered. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a gesture that left you deeply disturbed and disgusted. At this point, any touch he intended as loving made you feel filthy. The revulsion you felt toward this man was beyond what words could express.

But when you looked down at your lower half, you were almost sent into shock. Your legs were gone. A numbness washed over you, perhaps the reason you felt no pain, yet the panic rising within you was still very real. Your breathing quickened, but it felt as if the air couldn't reach your lungs; your remaining body trembled, and your eyes widened in horror at the sight of your own mutilated form.

Satoru noticed your reaction, and his expression shifted to one of concern, though you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or simply mocking. "Don’t cry, sweets. You shouldn’t be afraid," he said, pulling you close to his body and gently caressing your back. "This is just to ensure you won’t do anything stupid like last time when you tried to escape. It was a close call, but I was quicker." He chuckled, then made you bury your head against his chest and hold you there by his hands. "I will take care of you. Forever. But if you try to escape again, your arms will be the next target."

Satoru showered your face with tender kisses. "Calm down, doll. This is just temporary. Trust me, you’ll get used to it. You might even learn to love it. Who knows?" Despite his words, you couldn’t stop trembling. Tears streamed down your face while your breathing was ragged and unsteady. He frowned at your reaction. "Sweets, I'm losing my patience with you squirming around. Just accept the fact that you’ll never escape and will be completely dependent on me. If you dare to defy me, there will be serious consequences." None of his words registered in your mind. That was when he had had enough.

You suddenly felt a sharp sting on your face—it was a powerful slap from Satoru that snapped you back to reality, thankfully not worsening your panic. But the fear remained overwhelming. "There you go," he said, his expression shifting back to that sickeningly sweet, innocent gaze that made your stomach churn. "I don’t want to hurt you, but everything I do is for your own benefit." He pulled you closer, inhaling the scent of your hair. "I’m sorry for my outburst. I didn’t mean to hit you." You found yourself holding your breath, still in shock from the entire ordeal. "I love you, doll. Please obey me so that nothing like this happens again."

What was this you were feeling?

...Comfort..?

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo x reader #angst

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bennysblabbering · 1 month ago

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Kinktober: "Cuckolding" || Shinobu Kocho x Mitsuri Kanroji x Obanai Iguro

contents: fingering, female oral, strap-on sex, male masturbation, teasing, degradation, cock size humiliation

words: 2.2k

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“So you’re sure you’re alright with this?”

Shinobu is kneeling at the head of the bed, facing the foot; in front of her is a supine Mitsuri, whose legs are spread and has a patient smile on her face as she gazes at her boyfriend lovingly upside-down. Both of the girls are completely stripped from head to toe- Obanai, however, is fully clothed, sitting in a corner, feet planted firmly on the floor with a hand on each armrest. He simply rolls his eyes, sighing with a nod. The third they’d invited over had been taking extensive precautions despite being fully aware he was genuinely thrilled to see his bisexual lover be bedded by another woman. And while taunting him about it, no less.

“And you remember the safe word?”

“Yes, Kocho, I remember the safe word.”

“Say it. I want to make sure you remember.”

Another exasperated sigh escapes his lips. He didn’t want to seem too eager, but he was more than ready to watch them have fun together. “Viper. It’s viper. Alright? We’ve been over this. It’s fine.”

“I just wanted to make sure,” she speaks as she places her hands on the other girl’s hips, making her way up her toned midsection to cup and knead at her breasts. A pink dusting starts to appear on Mitsuri’s cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the other’s touch; as she smiles with a small giggle, her eyes gaze up innocently at the woman above her. Shinobu leans down to place an affectionate kiss on Mitsuri’s lips, and they both exhale out of their nose to let out some of their nervous energy. The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with genuine care for one another. The couple certainly couldn’t have chosen a better woman to trust their bedroom life to.

The kiss starts to get a bit heavier, their lips and tongues making a sensual mess as their faces meet, hands wandering across each other’s bodies curiously. Shinobu’s hands once again make their way to Mitsuri’s breasts, greedily taking one in each hand and squishing them, immensely turned on by the plush fat under her fingers. The pink-haired girl whines, responding to the other’s movements by lowering her own hands to her ass, playfully squeezing it while the blush on her face deepens.

Obanai, now incredibly horny from the sight, rubs his thighs together as a means of having any kind of satisfying friction. He couldn’t touch himself, not until the girls said so. He knew if he tried to before they let him, there would be consequences for him; he wanted tonight’s focus to be on their pleasure, not his punishment.

Shinobu makes her way down the other’s neck with her lips, placing kisses down across the center of her chest, before taking a nipple into her mouth. Mitsuri gasps and tightens her grasp on the woman’s ass, gasping as the sensitive pink bud is taken into her mouth. “Mmmh…Kocho…”

The other giggles, removing her mouth but continuing to caress with her hands. “You can just call me Shinobu, sweetheart. We’re close now.”

She moves to the other nipple, using her thumb and finger to play with the one not occupied by her lips. She groans contentedly, excited by the cute sounds Mitsuri made; it made her wonder what other pretty noises she could coax from her. She makes her way lower with her lips down her stomach, her soft lilac eyes looking up at the other with a lustful gaze, before parting her outer folds and kissing her clit. Looking over at the neglected man in the room, Shinobu smirks to see the conspicuous tent in his pants.

“Aww, Mitsuri, look at him. How cute and pathetic. Getting hard from watching your girlfriend fool around with another woman?” She tuts, shaking her head playfully. “Not a good idea if you ask me. Girls know how to make other girls feel so much better than boys can.”

Obanai’s eyes narrow. “I know everything she likes. You can’t satisfy her better than I do.”

Mitsuri only giggles from observing the two bicker; regardless of skills from either, she enjoyed the attention from both. “Come on, be nice to each other.”

The woman above her smirks, licking her lips as she takes in the sight of the other’s glossy pink cunt, already wet from their heated kissing and ready for more. “Come on, Mitsuri, woman to woman…I can please you so much better than any man. We’re built the same way. I know what feels good.”

Before hearing a reply from the pink-haired girl, she dives in and sucks on her clit hard, making the other moan so loud the sound filled the room and her fingers tugged onto her black locks. She continues to suck for another moment before pulling off and instead tonguing the bud, moaning at the savory taste of the slick. Two long fingers slip in effortlessly, adding to the sensation, making the other girl squirm and bite her lip. Mitsuri keeps her fingers firmly in the other’s hair, holding on like a handle as she grinds back onto the woman pleasuring her. Opening her eyes a bit, she turns her head to look at her boyfriend, smiling as she notices a small wet spot on the bulge in his pants. “It’s alright, baby, you can go ahead and touch yourself. I can tell you want to.”

The desperate man sighs in relief as he unzips his pants and frees his cock, the sticky tip glistening as he starts to stroke himself. “Thank you, my love. You’re so kind.”

Entirely out of spite, Shinobu picks up the pace with her fingers and starts to suck hard on the other’s clit again, making her gaze move away from her lover and instead roll back into her head. Thrusting her strong fingers in fast and hard while her lips suck so hard her cheeks hollow, the determined woman was dead set on making the other cum.

Mitsuri’s head spun from the pure pleasure, feeling her core tighten with an approaching orgasm. “I’m…close…”

She claws at the sheets beneath her as her climax hits her hard, her whole body shaking while her clit is sucked on without mercy and cunt is fucked by the other’s skillfull fingers. Little did she know with her eyes screwed shut, that the eyes of the woman in front of her locked with the heterochromic eyes of her boyfriend the entire time she came, asserting dominance and silently gloating that she was able to make his girlfriend have such an intense high.

As she comes down, Mitsuri smiles with a warm post-climax glow, laying back down onto the sheets with a sigh and relaxing the tension in her muscles. “That was so nice…”

“Yeah?” The other woman smiles up at her affectionately, moving up so their faces meet in a brief kiss. “You’re such a good girl.”

A giddy smile is plastered on Mitsuri’s face from the praise, a high-pitched giggle escaping her lips; Obanai sneers from the sight, but doesn’t let up on his own self-pleasuring. As annoying as the fact her reaction came from someone else was, it was a cute reaction nonetheless, and the way her body writhed in euphoria just moments ago stuck in his mind.

Placing another soft kiss to her lips, Shinobu sits up onto her knees and her heavy-lidded gaze falls onto the other girl in a hungry manner, fantasizing about what the other’s reactions will be in the coming minutes. “Alright, now that I’ve had my fun toying with you, it’s time for me to actually show you how much better girls can be at sex too. Just because I lack the anatomy doesn’t mean I lack the ability.”

As she hops off the bed to grab the harness, the jealous boyfriend speaks up, an aggressive and threatening tone to his voice. “You really think a piece of plastic will make her feel better than my cock? You’ve gotta be joking if you think she’s going to prefer that over me.”

“We’ll see about that.” She finished adjusting the last strap to make her way over to the man, a smug grin on her face. “Stand up.”

With a small irritated grunt, he does so, standing to meet the woman with his arms crossed. “What?”

She chuckles as she stands parallel to him, placing the impressive dildo of her strap against Obanai’s erection as she looks at him with arrogance in her eyes. “Look how small you are compared to me. I can be any size she wants. If she wants it big, or thick, or ribbed, or vibrating, I can give that to her. And with you, she’s stuck with….what? A little 5 inch cock every night?”

He rolls his eyes, a slightly embarrassed flush on his cheeks present as she mocks the size of him. “It’s 6 inches.”

Shinobu only chuckles in response, giving his cock a light slap as she moves back onto the bed. “I doubt she can really feel good with a dick that pathetic. You really think she can truly be satisfied if you can’t even give it to her deep?”

Mitsuri’s entirely entertained by their dynamic, not wanting to interfere and instead observe them like fighting animals. And she didn’t want to ruin the immersion by piping in about how she does in fact enjoy having sex with her loving boyfriend.

“Come on, pretty girl, get on all fours and face him.” The woman places a kiss to the other girl’s rosy hair as she complies, bending over with her eyes meeting her lover’s and her cunt facing Shinobu, ready to be claimed.

Lining the toy up to Mitsuri’s awaiting entrance, she pushes in slowly, earning a gasp from the girl underneath. The dominant woman bites her lip and whines, a pure need to fuck taking over her mind. Obanai’s hand returns to his cock, his hand wrapped around the hard shaft but waiting for the girls to start moving so he can pump in time with the thrusts.

Shinobu starts to rock her hips back and forth, making Mitsuri’s jaw hang slack and brows furrow as she whimpers.

“How’s that feel, hm? Does it feel good?”

The girl underneath nods, slowly losing herself to the feeling as Shinobu begins to rail into her with a fervor. “Uh-huh…f-feels so good….”

Obanai’s hand starts to move as the woman picks up a steady rhythm, stroking in tandem with her hips. Shinobu looks over, taking notice of his synchronicity and laughing. “Aw, you wanna pretend you’re the one fucking her? You wish you could make her feel this good.” She leans down and talks into Mitsuri’s ear, but keeping her assertive gaze on the other’s boyfriend in front of her. “You like getting fucked by another girl, don’t you? You love that I can reach so much deeper than he can. I can tell how much you love this strap stretching your pretty pussy.”

She pulls on a pink and green braid, forcing the girl’s glassy eyes to meet with her lover’s. “Tell him how much you love it.”

Mitsuri can barely speak as she’s being pounded, her words barely coming out coherently. “F-feels…so good…I love it….love it..so much…”

Obanai feels so utterly humiliated that another person can make her feel as good as he can, and do things to her that he can’t. It completely exhilarates him and his cock is harder than it’s ever been. He can feel himself getting close as he continues to stroke, watching the love of his life getting absolutely plowed by a woman.

Mitsuri takes notice of her boyfriend’s scrunched face, recognizing his expression of the moments before his climax, and she can feel herself getting close as well.

“Shino…bu…t-touch my clit…”

The other woman complies as she can feel her own climax approaching, not even needing stimulation to her own pussy but pleased enough from watching the girl beneath her that her body is synchronizing with the other’s. She reaches her fingers down to play with the sensitive bud, leaning over and sucking on Mitsuri’s neck as all three of them orgasm simultaneously, the two girls collectively making a mess from their fluids and Obanai releasing his cum into his other hand.

After a long blurry high, the three people all steady their breathing, Shinobu pulling the dildo out of Mitsuri’s pussy and undoing the strap-on, throwing it to the floor to clean up later. Obanai leaves the room for a moment to wash his hands, returning with a towel to help the girls clean each other up.

“Seems like you ladies had fun.”

They all share a laugh as he sits on the bed, Shinobu and Obanai both rubbing the soreness out of Mitsuri’s body. The girl moves to lay down, taking her lover in one arm and her friend in the other, basking in the afterglow of an eventful evening. Obanai lays on his side to spoon with Mitsuri, nuzzling into her neck and speaking softly.

“You…do like having sex with me, right?”

The girl smiles as she nods, moving to face him and giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Of course I do. I love you, baby.”

He mirrors her expression. “I love you too.”

Shinobu playfully rolls her eyes as she lays down next to them. “Gross, cut it out.”

They all laugh together once again, huddling up under the covers, finally at peace from the petty competition.

Not that there was any genuine hostility to begin with.

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femmepeterparker · 6 months ago

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well, since you've been getting shitty anons, here I am asking what your favorite trans!tucker headcanons are :}

aww thank u

buckle up bc i have quite a fewww

-picked a family name. its regal

-no op. idk it just feels right for tucker. i feel like he'd say some shit like "im too well endowed"/"im obviously gods favorite look at my body"

-never wanted kids so junior is a huge bump in the road for him. always saw himself as a bachelor for life and now he has a kid (who he loves, he loves junior) and sometimes he wonders what life would have been like without junior

-unfortunately junior's conception is still. nonconsensual. jokes about tucker fucking aliens are funny but he seems so genuinely confused and upset in canon upon learning of his pregnancy so i dont really think that changes

-sanghelli pregnancies are shorter than humans but not that much shorter. he's pregnant for a good couple months before having junior.

-doc performs the c section. it is a goddamn miracle that both junior and tucker survive

-post pregnancy tucker develops glowing symbols and markings along his skin. the c section scar and his stretch marks glow too

-sometimes when tucker is emotional, his eyes will glow teal. it scares caboose

-junior and the c section absolutely ruined his uterus and tucker is lowkey thrilled about it. he considers it a diy hystorectomy

-everyone knows except wash??? like, they dont clock tucker they just know hes trans mainly bc of junior, but wash... just doesnt put two and two together until tucker tells him

-speaking of wash. he is demisexual and lowkey not very interested in sex but tucker is super into him so hes like. a service top. theyre kinda messy. its okay tho

-tucker learns sanghelli somewhere between seasons 4 and 6

-junior comes with him to iris

-wash isnt the step dad, hes the dad who stepped up

ask me more about him i love him

#ig most of these are general tucker hcs than trans focused but its okay #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #personal

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kiame-sama · 1 year ago

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I have a kinda wholesome request if you’re feeling up to it? How would your oc boys react after having a bad day seeing a cup of freshly brewed coffee plus cookies sitting at his desk? It also has a note that says “Hang in there! :)” from their lovely wife who was peacefully snoozing on the couch! I hope that would cheer up the oc boys!

Walter Woods;

- Walter has no idea what he did in his life to deserve you, but bless you and all you do for him. He can't put into words how much he adores you.

- Walter is a surgeon- one of the top surgeons in the country- and that means he literally holds lives in his hands. This puts some serious stress on the poor man and it isn't like the idea of having lives at stake puts him at any ease. Once he is out of one surgery, he is likely being called to the next. Some surgeries are routine and less than an hour, some take 12 hours or more to complete.

- Any ounce of kindness you give him means the world to him and he is so happy you think of him.

Evan Rothchester;

- Well, ain't you just the sweetest thing in the world? Evan finds it extremely endearing to find you thought of him and he will be joining you on the couch to cuddle and unwind.

- Evan lives with the constant threat of death always in the back of his mind and he can get fairly stressed with everything he has to deal with. The kindness you show him soothes him and truly gives him a genuine joy. He has always wanted a sweet lover to come back to at the end of the day and spend his evenings cuddling affectionately to unwind.

- Evan will be napping with you on the couch and he will be holding you tightly. If you wake up, he will hush you and tell you to go back to sleep while he holds you secure in his grasp.

Carlos Vargas;

- Carlos is ECSTATIC to see you were thinking of him. He will be taking pictures of you while you are asleep and he will coo over your sleeping form before he even touches the treats you give him.

- Odds are you are not alone on the couch and the ever loving house Serval- Mimis- will be lounging with you. Carlos thinks this is precious and will completely melt.

- He won't wake you, but he will sit and enjoy the coffee and cookies you prepared for him as he waits for you to wake up from your nap. The dogs will most likely wake you before he does, or the lions doing their afternoon roaring near sunset. He will greet you and kiss you affectionately when you do wake, thanking you for the kind gesture.

Jackson Locklear;

- He is going to cry happy tears. The kind of support and affection you give him will be enough to make him weep from joy at having you with him and caring so much about him. Truly, Jackson appreciates the gesture more than you will likely ever know.

- Jackson already holds you in very high regard because of you saving him from his loneliness and longing for a place in the world, he will only see the gesture as even more reason to obsess over you. He adores your kindness and he will savor every cookie and every sip of coffee he takes. If you ask, he will say he can taste the love you put into it in every morsel.

Orion Medici;

- Aww, Darling, how sweet of you! Orion is thrilled you took the time to think of him and prepare sweets for him, he finds it quite endearing.

- Orion was likely working on a new novel or editing chapters when his head started to hurt and his eyes began to strain. Stepping away when he is in full swing while writing is difficult for him, but if he knows you are ready and waiting for him to return he will likely be able to pull himself away faster. He thinks it is precious that you showed such thoughtful behavior towards him and took the time to do something nice for him.

Hahne Yamare;

- Wait... These are... For him?

- Hahne is used to being the one to do the nice things, not having nice things done for him. He will genuinely become a flustered mess when he sees the cute note and the prepared snack you placed for him. He thought it wasn't possible for him to adore you any more than he already did, yet here you were.

- Hahne appreciates the ever-living hell out of your sweet behavior and is thrilled that you think of him. He will try to repay the kindness however he can, even if it is something simple that helps you out.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #my oc #evan rothchester #hahne yamare #walter woods #carlos vargas #jackson locklear #orion medici

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creepy-old-memes · 5 months ago

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genuinely thrilled that this blog exists. like i don't know WHY so many people take issue with this ship. fiction is fiction, who gives a shit?

no, ACTUAL teenage girls shouldn't be out frolicking around with weird, creepy, middle aged men, but lydia deetz is not a real teenage girl and beetlejuice is not a real creepy old guy. also they're literally so couple "coded" anyway like. basically canon regardless, shut the fuck up (not you <3)

anyways ily and i love ur blog, thank u for the safe space to ship the weird goth girl and her weirdo smelly boyfriend

aww thanks anon <3

AND EXACTLY like of course I wouldn’t condone a 30 something and a teen dating in real life THATS CRAZY and fucking gross!

But that’s not what I’m doing it’s teen x immortal being which hello?! Reaaaallllly common trope, seen it a million times but what? Because he’s not conventionally attractive and doesn’t look the same age it’s bad™? I’m sorry but wasn’t there a million dollar franchise about a 100 yr old vampire falling for a teen girl?

I just don’t get the disconnect people have that one is morally evil and the other is totally fine?? And I’m not even saying so therefore you have to like it or have no issue I’m saying just chill out, it’s really not that deep, let people do their own thing, and the world sucks, having silly enjoyment like this shouldn’t be causing people to get this angry and writing DNI on EVERYTHING it’s just goofy.

So in short, enjoy the memes it’s time we make shitposts

#beetlebabes #beetlejuice x lydia #musicalbabes #beetlelyds #asks answered

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tenebris-lux · 2 months ago

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It’s funny to me that the well-worded argument Sadeas gave Dalinar at the end of The Way of Kings for why he did what he did turned out to be just SO untrue. The only true thing he said was, “in the end, I just wanted you gone.” But it’s surrounded by such bullshit:

“We swore something together, years ago. Protect Elhokar. Protect this kingdom…. Dalinar, can’t you see? Gavilar died because of his weakness. I wanted to attack the Parshendi from the start, conquer them. He insisted on a treaty, which led to his death. Now you’re starting to act just like him. Those same ideas, the same ways of speaking. Through you they begin to infect Elhokar. He dresses like you. He talks of the Codes to me, and of how perhaps we should enforce them through all the war camps. He’s beginning to think of retreating.”

Aww. When you’re not trying to make this sound like it’s for Elhokar’s own good, I’d almost say you were jealous, Sadeas.

“And so you’d have me think this an act of honor?” Dalinar growled.

“Not at all…. I have struggled for years to become Elhokar’s most trusted advisor—but there was always you, distracting him, holding his ear despite my every effort. I won’t pretend this was only about honor, though there was an element of that to it. In the end, I just wanted you gone.”

Yeah, he’s jealous.

“But you are going insane, old friend. You may name me a liar, but I did what I did today as a mercy. A way of letting you die in glory, rather than watching you descend further and further. By letting the Parshendi kill you, I could protect Elhokar from you and turn you into a symbol to remind the others what we’re really doing here. Your death might have become what finally united us. Ironic, if you consider it.”

Taken as a whole, his argument sounds genuine. Like he really believes that. But then you get to his bit in Words of Radiance, and it’s all bullshit. I wonder if he believed that at all, or rationalized it that way to himself. The truth is, he just wants to feel young again, feel like he matters, like he affects things.

So he causes trouble. (Understated)

“I’m not meant for this, love…. This stupid game in the plateaus. It sated me at first, but I’m growing to loathe it. I want war, Ialai. Not hours of marching on the off chance that we’ll find some little skirmish!”

I mean, Dalinar was working on turning it into an actual war to wipe out the enemy, and the Parshendi were countering their strategies. But I guess it was too efficient. Sadeas wants it messy…. And he doesn’t want to share it with Dalinar.

‘[The conquest] was the only thing that made him feel alive any longer. That glorious, wonderful Thrill of being on the battlefield and striving, man against man. Of risking everything for the prize. Domination. Victory.

‘It was the only time he felt like a youth again.’

I’d feel sorry for you, if you weren’t such a prick.

#torol sadeas #the way of kings spoilers #stormlight archive reread #the way of kings #words of radiance #the stormlight archive #cosmere

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 2 years ago

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MTL to have a breeding kink - (NCT 127 edition)

with motivations because why not author's note: don't mind me just making a subtle comeback after what feels like eons. :)

most

JEFFERY (jaehyun) Haechan Yuta

Johnny Doyoung

Mark Jungwoo Taeyong

Taeil

least

Jaehyun - literally thinks it's the most romantic thing ever. For him the purpose isn't necessarily like, to mark you or anything but def feels like it brings you two closer. I feel like Jeff- sorry... Jaehyun thinks it's somewhat of a bonding thing. It's a really sweet and sentimental act for him.

he's also well aware you're on birth control but part of him hopes you can start a family soon cuz he's down with that shit or whatever🥺

Haechan

Genuinely just because he's freaky as fuck! Like the first time you do it without a condom, he def ends up over-stimming you and himself because of how fucking good it feels. Like when I tell you this man is whipped for your pussy, I mean it.

Kinky ass bitch (smh)

Yuta

As sweet of a partner as he can be, this man is the literal devil in the bedroom. So fucking possessive and it's kinda hot iwl. Like he's territorial to a fault. If you were to go to a friend's party or something with him, he's fine with you living your life but when somebody starts getting a little too comfy while chatting you up and see you entertaining them purely for comedic purposes so you can have a good laugh back home with yuta at how terrible the persons attempt at picking you up was, he's fuming. Politely pulling you aside into the host's guest bathroom and fucking the shit out of you. Takes your panties and gives you a little kiss telling you to keep it all in so that when your little friend chats you up and it starts dripping you'll be a humiliated mess and it's all because of Yuta.

Talk about a sadist...

Johnny

Now he may seem like such a gentleman, heck that's why your parents are so fond of him. If only they knew what really went on in his mind. This guy has an array of freaky shit he's into but his absolute favourite has got to be filling you up. Absolutely loves the face you make when you feel his warmth in you. Thinks you're so cute. He's also a sucker for the absolute mess he makes of you. "C'mon baby, you heard your parents, we can't keep 'em waiting any longer for a grandchild. Now, be a good girl and take it". He knows you're absolutely whipped for him when he hears you babbling on about carrying his kinds and whatnot.

What a menace

Doyoung

Wowwww, he just likes the absolute thrill of it. The thought of him knocking you up turns him on to no end. Can't help but get all giddy at the thought of having a family with you. And he acts like he's a nonchalant mf but can't wait to see the day you become a mommy.

aww he's such a sweetie

Mark

He finds it so hot cumming in you but is shit scared of actually getting you pregnant since you guys are still pretty young. Probably won't fuck you raw as often as any of the guys above him on the ranks but still finds it nice. He thinks it's like cute and when you guys raw dog it (I'm so sorry I realise how goofy that sounds💀) he gets all soft (not literally) but he's all cuddly and likes staying in you for a while and just lays atop of you and wraps you in such a warm embrace after. "M-Mark... baby you can get out now." "Just one more minute, you're so nice and warm"

he's such a big baby... emphasis on big👀

Jungwoo

Now don't get him wrong, he finds it so sexy and definitely gets the hype of fucking raw. but... it really doesn't do anything for him. Like he's not doing it to claim you or knock you up but purely because if it's shit you're into then he'll do it to make you happy.

aww gosh darn it, c'm'ere sweet baby.

Taeyong

He'd rather cum on your boobies. He's such a titties man Like, I know we're moving more into an ass or titties type mtl but he's not about that. Besides, he's already your baby. why would you want another?🥺🥺

damn it now i'm all soft...

Taeil

My man is not about that 24/7 babysitting life. Bitch has it hard as is, babysitting the neos from 9 to 5. When he gets home, he'd rather it just be you and him against the wall- I mean world.🤭

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intheticklecloset · 1 year ago

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TickleTober Day #20: Movie Night

Levi and Asmo (Obey Me!)

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Levi had been thrilled when he convinced Asmo to watch this anime with him. It had great storytelling and character development, and he loved the art, too. For his brother’s sake, he’d gushed about how cute the characters were and how he could probably get some inspiration from them for his wardrobe or makeup or whatever – and it had worked! He was ecstatic!

…until that scene came up.

Honestly, he’d forgotten about that scene. The one where the girls were talking about who they liked and got into a huge tickle fight over it. Everything was going so well until that scene.

Beside him, Asmo giggled the longer the scene went on. “I wonder if humans really do this kind of thing to find out who each other likes? Do you think we should test it on…”

Asmo was looking at him now. Seeing his dark red blush. Seeing how rigid he was.

Crap.

“Levi?”

“Nothing!”

“I…didn’t even say anything yet—”

“I said it’s nothing!”

Asmo frowned at him, grabbing the remote to pause the anime. Unfortunately it was paused on a close-up of one of the girls’ laughing faces. Why him?

“You look really uncomfortable. What’s going on? I thought you loved this anime. You wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“I do love it!” Now Levi felt the need to defend himself and his beloved show. “It’s great! The characters—”

Asmo waved a hand. “Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all already. But if you love it, why do you look so…upset?”

Levi gulped. He dared a glance at Asmo. His younger brother was looking at him with genuine concern and curiosity, and somehow that made all of this worse. He quickly darted his eyes away and shifted in his seat.

“It’s…this scene,” he admitted finally, in a voice so quiet Asmo had to lean in to hear him.

“This scene? What about it?”

“I wish…” Levi shied away from him and covered his eyes, rushing out the last words so fast they blurred together. “Iwishthatwasme.”

Asmo was quiet for a minute.

Then he let out a soft cooing noise that put Levi on high alert.

“Aww~ You wanna get tickled, Levi? Why didn’t you just say so?”

The Avatar of Envy blushed even harder, whining. “Don’t say it like that!”

But Asmo wasn’t listening anymore. He dove forward, fingers deep in his sides, and Levi sputtered like a sprinkler before tossing his head back and giggling hysterically, unable to hide how excited he was that he hadn’t been made fun of. Hadn’t had to provoke or beg for it.

“Ooh, look how ticklish you are! I bet I can make you squeal like those anime girls, big brother~”

Levi shook his head through his cackling. “Dohohohohon’t sahahahahay that!”

Asmo tsked. “Fine, you don’t want me to talk? Just laugh for me then, cutie!”

Levi succumbed to his fate and did just that.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #tickletober #obey me #obey me levi #obey me asmo #leviathan #asmodeus #brothers #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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revserrayyu · 17 days ago

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2.6 Penacony thoughts [part 1]

**Spoiler warning** for everything up until the end of Boothill’s first encounter with Robin. Might reference things that happen later since I already finished the mission at this point, so be wary if you haven’t yet. Lots of random ramblings from me as usual with new stories, especially with all the silly stuff that happened.

Going back to school never really thrilled me back in the day, so learning that we’re all attending Paperfold University for this update was kinda meh to me. All the crazy trailers and the fact that we’re taking a trip back to Penacony did pique my curiosity enough thanks to our previous adventure inside the land of dreams though. I did enjoy how interested Dan Heng was about attending and when his voice actors would seem genuinely excited one moment then revert back to his usual calm, collected self the next in an attempt to hide his enthusiasm. It’s okay to show emotions, sir!

I’ll admit that I believed that Pom-Pom was actually joining us for the briefest moment until I remembered that Boothill used our conductor as his fake name last time upon checking in.

I don’t even know too much about DnD but at least I spotted this reference to it, yeah?

The treasure chest was quite the convincing substitution, fooling me and even Numby who was alerted to it, so props to our new ninja friend I guess.. who joined us in the dream pool not even five seconds later.

Damn them for bringing this stupidly catchy song into the game because it has been sneaking into my mind so often these past couple days!

I will say that hearing the Trailblazer’s sing the song did make the experience much better and I would definitely listen to it more if it means they allow the Trailblazer to speak more like they have been in story missions recently.

Our true first meeting with Rappa and girl really had a whole anime OP of an introduction.

First off, beautiful cutscene will all the colors and neon. Secondly, I did actually question why they listed her name as “???” here and started wondering if Rappa really was her name or not and.. yeah, this makes sense later.

We’re literally so darn stupid and silly and I love it. Poor March cringed so bad she didn’t even want us as a friend anymore. Incredibly rude since my text message has your little face decorated next to it, ma’am!

The Dreampeak calls return and I wasn’t expecting to hear one about Boothill and him dreaming about his family, aww! But wow.. y’all really did call your kid ‘Boothill’ huh? Tell me why.

Our sus teacher makes his grand entrance and now I’m continuing to doubt everyone’s real names at this point.

Dan Heng please, you’re allowed to have fun! You can admit you do things solely for your own enjoyment!

Aeons.. they make him look so sketchy and untrustworthy with that smile and I’m so fine with it. Thankfully he didn’t turn out completely evil, but I accept his villain vibes regardless.

His knowledge freaked me out a little bit at first because why would he know all this?? Has he been watching playthroughs of the entire game? Or has he done his research about the Astral Express? Of course it makes sense now as we later find out he’s a Memokeeper and memories are pretty much their area of expertise.

I didn’t even bother to change my result on which academy I would personally attend, but I’m glad it turned out this way as it allowed the Express trio to all go somewhere different.

Pffftt.. looking through screenshots and this makes me realize how tall this man truly is, like I think Feixiao is reasonably tall by in game women standards, so to see Reca way past her ears is quite something. I dunno, maybe I don’t pay attention to character heights all that much, but his surprised me anyways.

Now I know whomever this chili-dipping person is couldn’t have been Jiaoqiu since it’s well known he attended the Ranzhi School on the Yaoqing and I’m like 99% sure our healer never stepped foot in Penacony before, but I couldn’t help but think this is something he would’ve done too if given the chance..

And I’m certainly not crazy to think so as he’s briefly mentioned in one of the options we’re given! Yay.. I miss our hot pot king. But wow, March being strong enough to pin us down? I’m rather impressed and wish to see fanart of this chaos.

I enjoy Boothill so much whenever he appears in the story that it’s a shame that I probably won’t ever pull for him since I’m not too big on his combat.

That way that I didn’t even think twice about him suddenly saying bananas outta nowhere because of how his swears are (unwillingly) censored all the time anyway is hilarious. It seemed normal and I figured he was being caught up with all the banana chatter this patch has, but nope.. something is clearly wrong here.

It’s been quite a while since we first arrived in Penacony because I seriously forgot Robin is capable of doing this rainbow harmony thing too. It also slipped my mind that she and Boothill have indeed met before inside that one dream way back in 2.2. I don’t remember them interacting all that much then so the scenes they shared this patch were a treat.

Thank you Robin for healing him so he can swear normally.. or at least to his usual censored way of swearing. It’s silly but I love hearing them. His voice actors must have fun tossing around such words so often.

Well aren’t you just the definition of a precious angel. This patch really started making me feel some regret about not pulling for her.. but next time, for sure.

Speak your truth girlie! Also I dunno if it’s true since I don’t play Genshin, but I saw people saying that this npc sounded a lot like Navia, and if so, then that’s adorable to have Brenna (who also voices Yunli) and Andrew (Boothill va) share a scene together since they’re married. Whoever this npc really is though, they had a nice singing voice.

For some reason my mind thought of the bullet wound on her neck and how she wouldn’t want to be near any fight that Boothill may start, but I doubt that was the intention behind this line since I know Robin was worried about how easily she would stand out because of her reputation. Still, I think it’s pretty brave of her to hang around someone who prides themselves on their sharpshooter skills, though I’m positive Boothill would never let a stray bullet hit anyone aside from its intended target.

Yeah girl, no need to act so formal around our cowboy! Y’all worked together before so I can bet we’re past the level of acquaintances now. Be friendly! I’m not only wishing this because their dynamic intrigues me very much, but also because I just wanna hear her go full country accent and say “partner.”

Not gonna lie but just the thought of seeing these two interact more further along in the story keep my spirits up significantly and oh boy, I wasn’t disappointed.

I’ll end it here for now. The rest will take up two more posts if I can manage to fit everything.

#honkai star rail #dan heng #march 7th #stelle #rappa #mr reca #boothill #robin #gameplay #revs rambles

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